Page 171 of The Man Upstairs

I had no restraints anymore. Not for anything.

Not outside the bedroom. Luckily there were still plenty of restraints in there…

I came for him with a whisk in my pussy and a wooden spoon up my ass, gasping as he stared inside me, moaning out loud.

“Give me your cock now, please,” I said, but he shook his head.

“Not yet. You’ll get it when I give it to you. Your first birthday treat.”

“Spoilsport.”

He licked every wire of the whisk clean before he dropped it back on the kitchen side, along with the dirty handled spoon. I had to brace myself as I slid off the worktop to carry on with my baking. Ouch. That was quite a beast of a stretching.

I carried on making my pre-birthday birthday cake while he scanned through the video I’d taken of myself as he fucked me. I watched him smirking as I whisked the cake mix.

“When am I getting your cock, then?” I asked him.

“Midnight,” he laughed. “Your first birthday present.”

“Meanie. I want it now.”

Our filth had become so natural that it was a blessing, veiled behind the scenes while we were around others, but wild in our home. The home we’d moved into from Crenham. The home with French doors leading from the kitchen to an enclosed garden. The home with a four-poster bed and an ensuite bigger than our old living room kitchen combined. The home where we worked and lived and loved in pure happiness. The home I’d be happy to stay in forever more.

“I’m going to be very sore for my birthday party,” I said with a giggle.

“It wouldn’t be a very good birthday party if you weren’t. Don’t tell me you won’t be sharing the details with Lola as soon as you get the chance.”

I grinned at the mention of her name. My party would be a crowd of my favourite people. Lola and Peter, Mum and Tom, Trisha and Ramsay. Jayden and his new girlfriend, Amy. And Molly – the friend I’d felt confident enough to make contact with after all these years.

Just a shame Julian’s family wouldn’t be there to celebrate with me, but slowly, slowly, the bridges were being built in tiny little blocks, but they were being built, day by day.

Julian went out with Grace and Emily for lunch sometimes now, and Emily called him on video every evening to say goodnight, even when I was in the background. Ryan went for pub drinks with Julian occasionally down their local, and Julian always stuck to beer without even a drop of whisky. And Michael was there in his world, too, hovering on the outskirts. They’d meet and chat business and work, and occasionally they’d go and watch rugby together.

I was so pleased that Michael listened to me enough on the Crenham Drive stairs to get in touch with Serena, the girl from Grace’s gym class. I was glad she’d been honest enough to admit the truth about how she’d wanted Julian, and had chased him, as had so many girls after her.

That didn’t make his family’s struggle any easier though, and I got that. Knowing Julian was with me, a twenty-one-year-old girl from the dregs of Worcester, would be a very hard thing to witness in person. It’s one thing knowing it from the sidelines, but another thing entirely seeing it in the flesh.

It was almost midnight when the cake finished baking in the oven, and Julian helped me ice it, sticking one solitary candle in the top and lighting it up at the exact moment that the clock struck twelve.

I pushed my glasses up my nose, eyes on him as I blew the candle out, and then the emotion came over me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight before he’d even put the cake back down on the side. I still struggled to believe sometimes that this man, this saviour was mine, and I was going to be his wife.

Crenham felt like a million miles away, and had done from the moment we left it behind. The only stairs I climbed to my saviour now were our own, carpeted to perfection.

Julian gave me his cock that night, like he’d promised. He fucked me so hard and it hurt so bad it was mind-blowing amazing, my wrists shackled in the same red twine he’d used from the very start. A memento I’d treasure for ever. When he loosened the bonds and held me tight, I counted my blessings for the millionth time as I floated down from the high.

Every day was a special day for me, birthday or not.

And every night was sacred in his arms.

My saviour. My love.

My man upstairs.

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Julian

I hadplenty of surprises lined up for Rosie’s twenty-first birthday. I watched her as she woke beside me, stretching her arms wide before settling back down with her head on my chest as I stroked her hair.